He gave me sixty stern looks in the past hour, a hundred and forty two yesterday and three thousand fifty six last month. Each were engraved in my brain, pulsating like a fresh wound about to gush out blood. I laughed at my terror.

I tried calculating the dimensions of my embarrassment, tried to put my feelings into numbers since I’ve failed to put it into words. All I could come up with was a three cubic centimeter white, weather resistant cone.

i have spent my entire life chopping logs. there are life lessons in it, but they are only in the aesthetics of geometry. i have never found such a thing as futile and beautiful as admiring the curvature of the line drawn in the air by a deadly weapon aimed at something that died years ago. i can spend my whole life in the woods, never feel the need to speak another word.

the evocative form of the ordinary ordinance is engrained in my brain after dawns and sunsets of trivial occurrences until they impregnate my intimacy and I theirs so our existences become intertwined in such a way a cup of coffee only makes sense sitting near me and I near it.

I know im not one to remember much, but I look back to that night – the one we said our goodbyes – and I remember everything. How we hugged for long in silence. I remember your scent and your curls resting on my cheek. I remember shivering, wrapped around the cold wind and inside your arms and the dimly lit street. The faint rain hitting our faces and the moonlight too, and I remember stars, just not in the sky. I remember them in your eyes. And in between all the starry nights I remember, this was the most beautiful one.

This is a strange time in my life. I keep floating between memories that don’t make much sense anymore. They are becoming shapes and colors and smells and feelings, and they always take me here, under a cloudless sky hovering over me. The blue is so intense that it looks like a roof itself and I don’t feel outdoors, I feel at home. You see, I don’t think I’m even here anymore.

He was the instigator. He had started it and I wanted to scream that at the top of my lungs but I was in a sea of fear and I was out of my depth. He had come into my life to turn it upside down. He tried to grab all my feelings in his hand but they weren’t small enough and it hurt, and well, I supposed he was the instigator of every disaster that had happened, even me.

He was the instigator. He had started it and I wanted to scream that at the top of my lungs but I was flooded in fear and I was out of my depth. He had come into my life to turn it upside down. He tried to grab all my feelings in his hand but they weren’t small enough and it hurt, and well, I supposed he was the instigator of what i became.

Standing on the roof I looked up and say the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen, the night sky and all its wonder and glory. I knew standing there I was just a small piece of something greater than I could ever understand.

fuses, so much fire in the earth. better yet so much fire in the heart. with one kiss the fuse goes off, the mind goes deep within the fire and so does the heart. this fuse is what sets the soul to fall in love, to fall deep into the daring fire. with your eyes shut close you don’t look but you just go into the burning fire and fall in love.

you are instrumental, you are an instrument. of what i ask? i do not know, no one knows. we all go through life trying to figure it out. maybe one day it will be reveled. maybe one day we will be happy being the instruments that create what we desire most.

The museum is very interesting. It has a lot of good things that show you history and life. It has a lot of inventions and i like to go to a museum in another place of the world. It is very useful for a lot of homework you do and learn about your past.

presidents are very important people that do important things for the country mos of them are corrupt but they do good things at least for us to be in a better place. I really dont like talking about them but well.

i ran over a deer onthe road, when i got out of my car the deer was stil lhalf alive, i saw that it was afemale deer and it was pregnanat. the baby had come gushing out but it ws alive. i immediately tookt eh abbay to the hospital i did not know what to do. he was scareminga dn scareming and i couldnt take it anymore so before gtting to the hospital i ran over it too. so he would stop crying. then i went home watched law and order brushed my teeth and went to bed.

i stole you and you stole me. whatever, i guess all that matters is that now i have no money. you have some money, but not enough to get you very far. maybe a bus ticket to the corner, maybe you can buy some candy with that. at the end of the day, i have nothing more than you have. i have no money and you have guilt.

everything in life needs to be specific, well, not everything cause’ what about love, it doesnt need to be with an specific person, it just needs to be with the right one, and that right one is not alway the person you tought it was going to be or the type of person you tought that it is your type, or the blue eyes you imagined when u were little, if u see, it’s always unexpected, unwanted and unimagined.

it did not, as expected, sting. it was far worse. it slapped him in the face. it was as if he had laid every single detail, fact, and dream of his short lived existence and had been denied. he looked once more at the rejection letter from harvard.